Between houses that look like gingerbread,
The sun before me, setting on the road, paved
And I let my mind be carried by the breeze,
With each of nature's breath
I breathed-
& begged for a moment to remain.
I let my feet take the lead,
Crossing-over yards of grasses green,
To find a horizon and a seat-
Like my purpose and a restrain.
The lake have melted, and glittered with glee
Soaring seagulls harking
Mocking away, foolishly.
Perhaps my soul seeks the same sympathy,
The same as the spring tulips
That blossomed too early.
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